With waves crashing you are the sea,
I am the shore, your beauty batters me.
The moon's rise seems long overdue,
For high tide brings me close to you.
As dawn breaks on this fateful day,
Your retreating waves urge me to say,
Without you I am desert, dry and dead,
No longer may I leave these words unsaid,
Like the everlasting love of Tristan and Isolde,
We are two souls created from one mold.
A contest entry
- Secret Admirer by Sweet-Sins.
530 points, ended October 8, 11 entries
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Comments
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good poem
I liked this poem it was clear and flowed well, especially your use of simile's. Good work
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Beautifully written
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i really like how you expressed love in this poem
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wow this was nice
welldone!
good rhyme
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